He grabbed her hair and lifted her face to face him. He gave her a murderous look before saying, “Don't try to play dumb with me, Nessa.” A tear fell from the right corner of her eyes, “I don't understand what you're talking about.”“Oh.. you don't?” Derek frowned, “Well, let me break it to you. The moment you choose to back out of our deal, I mean… this deal we all planned? Consider yourself dead.” He announced fearlessly.“But… I'm your cousin… we are related..” Vanessa cried, trying to pull his hands from grabbing her hair tightly.“That's the more reason you aren't lying lifeless yet.” He gritted his teeth and let go of her…. He didn't come this far to let this tiny cousin of his screw things up for him.He had paid, sacrificed too many things for this to work out. Even if it was his cousin, he wouldn't spare a stupid mistake.He knows Byron was would definitely wanna get out of that place that's why he had to get her, Richard and Alex involved. If Byron was smart, be rest assure
“What's his condition? Why is he in the hospital?” Byron asked. His father was a healthy man. He was barely 60, something just doesn't seem right to him. “Mrs. Beatrice and his daughter are taking care of him. Right now, we have to work on getting you out of this dump.” Lincoln said. He believed nothing would happen to his uncle, as long as his wife was with him. “Firstly, we need to get that video where you shot Henry White investigated.” “I didn't shoot him.” Byron corrected. “I believe you didn't. I watched it countless times and there's something off about it that I can't just seem to get just yet.” While watching the clip, he was certain that whosoever did the video, was a pro. “Henry White was dead when I got there.” “So, basically… he was killed, and placed in the right position so when you got there; they would be able to get a clip of you entering the room and add it all up to make it see like you were the one.” Lincoln explained drafting out something to make Byro
“You like her, don't you?” Byron heard a voice behind him and immediately turned to see who it was. He didn't realize he had been staring at Sara, the doctor who takes care of inmates' injuries to get noticed by someone.Byron shrugged, turning back to look at her while she attended to her patient, “She's so beautiful…I mean, she's extremely breathtaking.” He said slowly, not taking his eyes off her.“I know, but hey… you can't fall in love here… she's off limits.” The man replied.“Why? Are you here husband?” Byron interjected. For all he knows, she never mentioned having a partner to him.“With a pretty chick such as her, you seriously think you're the only one who has eyes for her?”“So… you're telling me to keep off because you have eyes for her?” Byron chuckled.“Common boy, you don't think you're the only one who wants to have a taste of that ass, do you?” The man tapped Byron's shoulder before walking away.Just then, Sara raised her head and immediately their eyes locked in.
He narrowed his eyes as he caught sight of the content in the box. He slowly brought it out and placed it on his bed, before falling into deep thought.“A suicide hang rope?” Byron muttered as he scanned the box for more but it was only the rope that was sent to him.Then he recalled Derek telling him to make use what was in the package this night after talking to Lincoln on the phone.It was almost 6pm and he quickly placed the rope back into the box and slid it under his bed.Indeed, he needed to talk to Lincoln. At the moment he got there, the landline was already ringing. As he was about to pick, the call stopped.“Shut!” Byron cursed. He checked the time on the walk and saw it was 6:03. It was past 6 and maybe Lincoln has been trying to reach him!Damnit!He stood there for a little bit more but the landline never rang again. It makes him wonder what Lincoln wanted to say to him. And what reason was it for him to be given a suicide hang rope?‘Make use of it tonight.’ he recalle
As the officer left, Sucre stretched his hands out for a shake, “Hey man…” Byron looked down at his hands then back to his face. “Who are you?” He couldn't help but feel Tee’s death had something to do with him. Because why was he of all people transferred into his cell a few seconds after his cell mate's death. Sucre dropped his hands and placed his bedsheet on his side of the bed, which was the bed above Byron's bunk bed. He climbed up and looked down at Byron who fixed his gaze on him, “The name is Sucre… I don't know you but I know someone is going to die if you don't break me out of here.” Byron leaned to the wall, “Let me get this straight: I was framed and brought in here, to break you out?” “Exactly!” Sucre nodded. “We have limited time my friend…” “I'm not your friend.” Byron corrected with a firm tone. He of all people wasn't satisfied with this agreement especially since they had to keep Ljay as collateral. “Listen, the more we waste time, the more your neph
“Hmmm.” They both heard someone clearing her throat.They immediately broke the kiss, turning to see who it was. It was the other nurse in charge.Sara turned to her, trying to catch her breath from the kiss. “Seems you need some knocking lessons… nurse.” She said in a sarcastic tone.Byron stood from the bed and said, “I'd just take my leave… bye Sara.” He smiled and walked out of the place.At the moment he shot the door behind him, the nurse turned to Sara with a surprised look, “Don't tell me you're falling for a convict? What happened to….”“Oh please… he's different…” Sara cut her short, still fantasizing about the kiss.“So… are you guys a thing now?” She asked but Sara shook her head, “Not yet. I don't think he's going to ask me.”“But do you think he's into you?” Sara shook her head, “I don't know. This is the first time he's kissing me.” She replied.The nurse rolled her eyes, “Anyways, doctor Greg asked for the set of keys…”“What does he need it for?” Sara asked.The nurs
“I'm here.” Byron said behind the cop who was now pointing his gun at Sucre.Sucre took a deep breath. He had never felt more relieved.The cop placed his gun back into his pocket and said, “Where were you? Inmates are not allowed to be out by this time!”Byron took a look at Sucre and then back to the cop, “It won't happen again… I promise.” Those words were the only thing he would say. There was no time to come up with a lie since he had a bigger problem in his hands.The cop he knocked out might recognize him as soon as he wakes up and rat him out. The moment the cop fell on the ground, he had run over here to at least meet the count.He was damn sure that the officers would have seen the keys and also seen the unconscious cop lying on the floor.“If this repeats itself, I promise there won't be a next time… get in.” The cop said, waiting for Byron who entered his cell without a word.“Close cell 80.” He yelled out and Byron's cell was closed. Sucre was now stunned. He thought the
“Fine.” Sucre shrugged and they both took turns in hitting the blocks. They had to be gentle. It was 1am and all the inmates were asleep. The floor was not looking so good since the tiles used in covering that spot were out. Byron had hit the place and created a circle shape that they could pass through, so it was remaining the blocks used in building it. Gently they used the hammer they had gotten from the storage to hit the block. It took about 6 hours before they were finally able to break the block in the hole. Sucre sighed and fell on the floor. “Finally.” He laid on the floor, wiping his sweat. He and Byron had been breaking this non-stop for so long. His hands were aching and he sure needed some rest. When he sat up, he realized Byron wasn't in their cell anymore. “Byron.” He called out and checked about but then, Byron wasn't there. “I'm here.” Byron said from where he was. Sucre heard him and quickly looked down into the hole they had spent hours digging. “